Does nobody understand?
Tenors get women by the score.
The incompatibility of aquacity with the erratic originality of genius.
His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul, or hers.
You cannot eat your cake and have it.